Heartwarming: he will never be happy
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Heartwarming: he will never be happy
"Now I've shot so many Nazis, Daddy will have to buy me a sable coat." (From his Wikipedia article).
Neil Munro "Bunny" Roger
June 9, 1911-April 27, 1997.
Bunny Roger killed a bunch of Nazis and then invented Capri pants.
He was expelled from Oxford for his indiscrete gayness (discrete gayness being perfectly fine at Oxford and part of the curriculum until...today probably, at least like 1992?). Then, having been sent down to London, he started his own fashion business, and his first client was Vivien Leigh.
Bunny served in WWII, killing fascists in North Africa and Italy, and often wearing a mauve scarf in the field. Roger claimed that he had gone into a battle brandishing a rolled-up copy of VOGUE and commanding: "When in doubt, powder heavily!"
Roger was known in high society for his themed soirées; Diamond, Amethyst, and Flame Balls were held to celebrate his 60th, 70th, and 80th birthdays. He wore a curious plum colored catsuit with a feathered headdress at his 70th birthday ball in 1981. At his 80th, he made his entrance in a catsuit of scarlet sequins with a cape of orange organza, greeting his guests from behind a wall of fire. His parties were covered by the newspapers, including a New Year's Eve Fetish Ball where the proper upper class mixed with young guests in rubber S/M gear.
From an obituary: "Beneath his mauve mannerisms, Bunny was stalwart, frank, dependable and undeceived; to onlookers a passing peacock, to intimates, a life enhancer and exemplary friend."
From another obituary:
He served valiantly in every way.
happy 125th birthday to bunny roger
Found this color photo:
And this in-memoriam piece.
(he did not precisely invent capri pants- Sonja de Lennart did, and they popularized them together)
Daily affirmations:
At least I'm not in high school
At least I'm not a teenager
At least I'm not addicted to AI
At least I don't waste time and money on a daily 12 step skincare routine
At least I'm not American
We're creating our own version of Alice in Wonderland, but uh, heh, get this... this isn't your mama's Alice in Wonderland. It's a little bit twisted. A little bit fucked up
I've been in a bit of an art funk lately, so I decided to do a little redraw of this piece from 2021.
this is nemonnax to me
fellatio sounds like a supporting shakespeare character rather than oral sex on a penis to be honest
20kluts sketchdump
Nemo, Ned and Conseil my boy
HES SO FUGLY IM SORRY I TRIED YALL... am i allowed in the cool kids club
The three types of kink are
* you have power
* you're safe
* feet
this is a shitpost but I think it's not THAT wrong. Most kink is either one of (or a combination of):
You get to play at having power over someone else. This is your dominance sorts of things, your sadisms, etc.
You get to play safely. You can play with scary things while knowing there's safewords and a dom/top who loves you.
Feet. By which I mean, there's some normal part of the human experience that your brain has for some reason fixated on. Maybe you're into red hair, or glasses, or fluffy tails.
"safety" can also present as "useful". You have some intrinsic value that cannot be taken from you (because of some sex/kink thing). The safety is from abandonment, because you're useful, despite everything. And "useful" is a bunch of kinks (none of which I'm comfortable mentioning here).
oh no, animal ears are feet
yeah. cat ears are feet!
can someone turn this into the calvin's dad dialogue
oh god, this is so obviously calvin's dad dialogue that now I'm worried that I plagiarized it without realizing it
this post was rattling around in my head
fuuuucck you guys I'm so done. I stumbled when bringing my knight's armour over as I prepped him for a tourney and when I dropped his platemail it was really loud and I was embarrassed and accidentally blurted out "oopsie daisy" before I bent down to pick everything up.... he was so quiet after that ughhhh it's so over. I'll be lucky if I keep my squire position but tbh he might just kill me when the tourney's over
HE WON...... every combatant had to be dragged off the pitch at the end of each match..... pray for me
false alarm it turns out he was just reeeeally horny. apparently he thought the oopsie daisy thing was endearing (though he did also call me a clumsy fool) and. well. I guess he melees really well when he's massively turned on. he told me all that while he had me pinned on the grass in our tourney tent to fuck me raw still covered in blood and sweat and half-dressed in his armour and using his banner to gag me cause I couldn't keep quiet and he couldn't wait. soooo a pretty big W for me actually
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Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: it’s just so beautiful
The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say
Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?
Medieval peasant, trying to make me feel better: they’re… magical, strange traveler
BBC Merlin is insane as a show. Its an adaptation of Arthurian mythos. It's inspired by CW's Smallville (this is 100% real look it up). it stars 4 unknown 20 somethings and British acting legends. It's aimed at kids and families. its a tragedy. Its campy as hell. It will make you cry. It asks you, like Merlin, to believe in the Golden age of Camelot. It never shows you that Golden age. Everyone in the show is the most beautiful person you'll ever see. people will clown on the CGI. Its one of the most homerotic shows of the 2000's. Its an on purpose allegory for queerphobia, but those allegorious queer characters are largely villains. If you watched it when you were 12 you will never quite be able to let it go. This is a curse. This is an experience you wouldn't give up for the world.
i feel like this is a dying art called 'being a good human being' anybody else agree. anybody
MEXICO WIN!!! FUCK AI!!!
This was on a post about how it's ignorant and privileged to wear headphones in public and I fear its already become a part of my vocabulary. Must everything harbor a moral failure.
if i had a dick i would love to have a disappointing orgasm in the shower while thinking of something or someone that i felt i should not be thinking about & then stand under the water with my forehead against a wall watching the proof of my guilt & shame go down the drain